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      Roses are red
      Violets are blue
      When I listen to Pistols
      My neighbours do too

      Sex Pistols   Pretty Vacant (1977)

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6GDdKrQ8EI

      [img]https://i.imgur.com/sPF6zoE.jpg?1[/img]

      in reply to: Music for a Pussyhound #167669
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        A song for the city in Achat

        [img]https://i.imgur.com/Dzddce1.jpg?1[/img] (1977)

        https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MAa5_z-PKl8

        [img]https://i.imgur.com/e4DY1va.jpg?1[/img]

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          No.54

          There was a young gal called Joannajett
          Dressed to the nines as you'd expect
          She danced with young Skally
          Xanna and Sally
          While her boobs played the castanets

          in reply to: Music for a Pussyhound #167662
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            Frazey Ford   
                      September Fields


            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0GwAE1UatCg

            [img]https://i.imgur.com/rcgUljd.jpg?1[/img]

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              Amelia Curran   Coming For You

              https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dM1jr36G1kI

              [img]https://i.imgur.com/Iwr9TMl.jpg?1[/img]

              in reply to: Art For Art’s Sake #169310
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                Paul Signac (1863-1935)

                Signac painted large studio canvases from sketches that are
                carefully composed of small, mosaic-like squares of color quite
                different from the tiny, variegated dots introduced and used by Seurat. 
                He loved sailing and based himself at St Tropez.  It is worth while
                taking a look a larger image than this for the better colours and
                overall image.

                Saint-Tropez, the Storm, 1895

                [img]https://i.imgur.com/r8bkjKn.jpg?1[/img]

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                  Toots & The Maytals  Bam Bam

                  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0n4WwW4hZ60

                  [img]https://i.imgur.com/MHT7da6.jpg?1[/img]
                  never forgotten Toots

                  in reply to: Favourite Pomes #168643
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                    The Late Wisconsin Spring
                    By John Koethe

                    Snow melts into the earth and a gentle breeze 
                    Loosens the damp gum wrappers, the stale leaves 
                    Left over from autumn, and the dead brown grass. 
                    The sky shakes itself out. And the invisible birds 
                    Winter put away somewhere return, the air relaxes, 
                    People start to circulate again in twos and threes. 
                    The dominant feelings are the blue sky, and the year. 
                    —Memories of other seasons and the billowing wind; 
                    The light gradually altering from difficult to clear
                    As a page melts and a photograph develops in the backyard. 
                    When some men came to tear down the garage across the way 
                    The light was still clear, but the salt intoxication 
                    Was already dissipating into the atmosphere of constant day 
                    April brings, between the isolation and the flowers. 
                    Now the clouds are lighter, the branches are frosted green, 
                    And suddenly the season that had seemed so tentative before 
                    Becomes immediate, so clear the heart breaks and the vibrant 
                    Air is laced with crystal wires leading back from hell. 
                    Only the distraction, and the exaggerated sense of care 
                    Here at the heart of spring—all year long these feelings
                    Alternately wither and bloom, while a dense abstraction 
                    Hides them. But now the mental dance of solitude resumes, 
                    And life seems smaller, placed against the background 
                    Of this story with the empty, moral quality of an expansive 
                    Gesture made up out of trees and clouds and air.

                    The loneliness comes and goes, but the blue holds, 
                    Permeating the early leaves that flutter in the sunlight 
                    As the air dances up and down the street. Some kids yell. 
                    A white dog rolls over on the grass and barks once. And 
                    Although the incidents vary and the principal figures change, 
                    Once established, the essential tone and character of a season 
                    Stays inwardly the same day after day, like a person’s. 
                    The clouds are frantic. Shadows sweep across the lawn 
                    And up the side of the house. A dappled sky, a mild blue 
                    Watercolor light that floats the tense particulars away 
                    As the distraction starts. Spring here is at first so wary, 
                    And then so spare that even the birds act like strangers, 
                    Trying out the strange air with a hesitant chirp or two, 
                    And then subsiding. But the season intensifies by degrees, 
                    Imperceptibly, while the colors deepen out of memory, 
                    The flowers bloom and the thick leaves gleam in the sunlight 
                    Of another city, in a past which has almost faded into heaven. 
                    And even though memory always gives back so much more of 
                    What was there than the mind initially thought it could hold, 
                    Where will the separation and the ache between the isolated 
                    Moments go when summer comes and turns this all into a garden? 
                    Spring here is too subdued: the air is clear with anticipation, 
                    But its real strength lies in the quiet tension of isolation 
                    And living patiently, without atonement or regret,
                    In the eternity of the plain moments, the nest of care 
                    —Until suddenly, all alone, the mind is lifted upward into 
                    Light and air and the nothingness of the sky, 
                    Held there in that vacant, circumstantial blue until,
                    In the vehemence of a landscape where all the colors disappear, 
                    The quiet absolution of the spirit quickens into fact, 
                    And then, into death. But the wind is cool. 
                    The buds are starting to open on the trees.
                    Somewhere up in the sky an airplane drones.

                    in reply to: The Campervan of Doom #168198
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                      This woman presents the tv weather forecast
                      and has the most annoying way of saying the words
                      “take care” at the end.  Those words that have eased
                      their way into our vocabulary like “how are you ?”
                      “have a nice day”, “enjoy the rest of your day” and
                      worst of all “sorry for your loss” are totally
                      meaningless.  There is no thought put into the
                      bland regurgitation of these empty phrases which
                      are devoid of any sincerity.  It is hard not to be polite
                      when someone says it to you in person, though I have
                      sometimes replied with “may the force be with you”
                      but when some muttonhead tv presenter says it with
                      grim regularity it is hard for me not to shout abuse
                      back at the dumb bitch.  So, In you go, love.

                      [img]https://i.imgur.com/N7NwN5U.jpg?1[/img]

                      Anyone who disagrees with me about these fake sentiments
                      please do tell me.

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                        Jimi Hendrix  The Wind Cries Mary(1967)

                        https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3cYZlUqzKeM

                        [img]https://i.imgur.com/V07B7jU.jpg?1[/img]

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                          Thao with The Get Down Stay Down
                                                      When We Swam

                          https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjzKkyQoe1U

                          [img]https://i.imgur.com/SgBPK5N.jpg?1[/img]

                          in reply to: Music. Sliding Into The Covers #166760
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                            That horny old goat, Rodney Stewart first sang this in 1971
                            and co-wrote it with Martin Quittenton


                            Maggie May    Larkin Poe

                            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e82oM5KL5as

                            [img]https://i.imgur.com/6Vr2L5Q.jpg?1[/img]

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                                  No.53

                              A horny young girl named Saffire
                              Was strappied to her lover's desire
                              She said It's a sin,
                              But now that it's in,
                              Could you push it a few inches higher?

                              in reply to: Music for a Pussyhound #167664
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                                Love this one simply for the 1-2-3-4
                                and the drawling “cos I'm just a man”  yeah,right Steve …
                                play it loud

                                Steve Earle   Here I Am

                                https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXVY1MtrowM

                                [img]https://i.imgur.com/VLSwJQr.jpg?1[/img]

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                                  You could be a woman or you could be a man
                                  Wear the glove on the other hand


                                  Dr Dog  Shadow People

                                  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_4_By9NJOc

                                  [img]https://i.imgur.com/IfJjJZK.jpg?1[/img]

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